Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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Steve moved in next door to me the summer of my twelfth year. We instantly became
best friends. When school started that fall we were the dynamic duo of the seventh grade. Both of
us were skinny little blonde headed beach bums with our dark tans, and no tan lines. The only
beach we had was the seventy five foot pool in my back yard.

Dad bought our house because of the big pool. It had been built by an Olympic swimmer
in the thirties. She had wanted a pool to work out in. It was big enough for the neighborhood to
work out in and it was in my yard. I learned to swim before I could walk, at least that's what my
folks told everybody. I spent as much time as I could in the heated waters of that pool and I had
never worn a swim suit in my life.

Steve took to the water like a fish himself. He had no problem swimming nude, what kid
would? His folks were okay with it and mine encouraged it. We had several boys in the
neighborhood that came over to swim and our yard looked like a boy nudist camp.

Steve and I spent every waking hour and many sleeping hours together. One of us slept
over at the other's house nearly every night. Toward the end of summer one of the boys in our
group told us about masturbation. He had a brother who was a year older. We got the brother to
come over to swim with us. He had just turned fourteen and had a big dick. All of us were
fascinated with his four inch monster and when he showed us how he could make sperm we were
hooked. We would get over by the pool house where we couldn't be seen from the house and he
would jack off for us. After a few times he made us suck him or he wouldn't do it.

He started with his brother. He made him get down on his knees and suck on his dick
then he would jack off and cum all over his face. The next day we had to draw straws to see who
had to suck him. If we didn't draw we couldn't watch, everybody drew. I think the drawing was
rigged because everybody had to suck him before anybody did it twice but no one complained.
All of us opened our mouths when he started to cum so that we could taste his juice. Steve and I
talked about it and we both admitted that we liked it. We started sucking each other and dry
cumming in each other's mouth. It wasn't until the next summer that either one of us could cum
and by then we were experienced cock suckers and knew how to get each other off.

We live in Arizona. With a heated pool we can swim pretty much year round. The only
time it is to cold is when the wind is blowing. We have an eight foot wall all the way around the
back yard so the wind doesn't get to bad but there are still a few days. Other than that you could
usually find three or four naked boys frolicking in the twelve foot water. Steve and I were the
only ones who really liked the diving board and we both made the swim team when we started
the ninth grade. By then we had a core group of six horny boys who liked a cock in their mouth.

By the end of our tenth grade year most of the boys had discovered girls, including Steve,
so our cock sucking petered out, he he he. We still messed around a little bit but not like before. I
was having a real cum thirst and needed cock daily. I found that I could get nearly all of the guys
to do it with me at least once a week but I wanted Steve.

My mother died of breast cancer the week before Christmas of nineteen sixty one. My
junior year was one of emptiness and loss. Steve was there for me every day. My dad was going
through his own living hell and turned to a bottle for consolation. I withdrew from him and
wrapped myself up in Steve and his wonderful cock. We were both five ten-eleven and weighed
a trim one hundred fifty pounds. We kept ourselves buff as we swam our way to victory after
victory. His folks understood my need for his company and I think that they may have suspected
that ours was a little more than an ordinary friendship. Things like that were not discussed in
those days. Steve did keep them guessing with his steady string of girl friends but I never had a
date of my own.

Our senior year held the best time for me. Steve had a real tease for a girl friend. She
would get him so hot then cross her legs. It was only nineteen sixty two and the sexual revolution
had not started yet. Good girls didn't so she wouldn't. Steve would come home so horny that he
was ready to fuck anything that breathed. I saw my chance and made a deal. I had wanted to get
fucked for a couple of years and had been fingering my hole but never had the courage to do it. I
told Steve that because I really liked him that I would help him out if he would do it my way. He
agreed.

He would go out on his date then come over to my house to spend the night. We would
get naked and sixty nine with each other. It had to be long and slow and he had to make me feel
like he enjoyed it. He would suck me deep into his throat and finger fuck my ass. I was not
allowed to touch his ass because he was not queer. He would fuck me with two or three fingers
and really play with my butt nut until I filled his mouth with my hot creamy cum. We would suck
and lick me clean then I would roll over on my back and let him mount me as if I were his girl
friend. He loved doing this but only in the dark. He would fuck me with long hard strokes and
really make my world rock. He always made me cum two or three times and he stayed until he
could shoot twice. Afterward we would lay in each other's arms and sleep like the lovers I knew
we were. I always let him believe that he wasn't gay but the love we shared said he was more gay
than bi, even though that name wasn't known in those days.

Graduation came and we were both accepted at an out of state university. We shared a
dorm room together and our life took on a new meaning as we fell in love with each other on an
adult level.

The third week of college was a tough time for Steve. Two frats looked him over but
neither pledged him. In fact he didn't get more than a cursory glance. They came to pull me out
of the room one night but I refused to go in deference to Steve. He never forgot that.

He tried to get together with an old girlfriend who ended up at the same school with us
but she put him down for some hot fraternity meat head. He got very melancholy and pulled into
a shell. I sat down on his bed with him one night and he broke down and cried. I held him in my
arms. We awakened the next morning with our arms around each other and each of us soaked
with a load of the other's cum. We had each had that dream. We giggled about it then Steve
grabbed me and kissed me, full on the lips with tongue and all. We had never kissed before. He
pulled away and looked at me then got up to take a shower. I got my kit and followed after him.

Our dorm had individual shower stalls. The ones near Steve were occupied so I took the
first empty one that I came to. Clean and refreshed I headed back to our room only to meet Steve
as he rushed by me mumbling about meeting someone to study with. I was confused. I dressed
and made my way down to breakfast and then my first class.

That night nothing was said. We studied then turned in. It was our habit to sleep naked
and most nights we studied naked too. I put my books away and crawled onto my bed. I turned
the light off. Almost at once Steve turned his light off. Then a major surprise. He lay down
beside me naked. I turned over to face him and he pulled my face to his and kissed me. It was the
best kiss of my life. It was only my second kiss ever, the first being that morning.

Here twist my arm. I'm not sure if I want to fuck. Let's see...yeah I still like breathing and
fucking his ass was a very close second to that on my list. All right I'm convinced. Fuck yeah I'll
fuck him. He was virgin so I knew I had to go easy and slow. I pushed him to his back and got on
my knees between his legs. I pushed his knees back to his shoulders and stared at his beautiful
little pink hole. I hadn't really looked at that since we were thirteen or fourteen. I bent over and
kissed it. It smelled so....so Steve. I was in lust. I stuck out my tongue and licked at him. He
tasted as good as he smelled. He hadn't showered since early morning and had a day's worth of
sweat and musk accumulated on him. It smelled wonderful and tasted even better. I began to lap
at his ass crack paying extra attention to his perfect hole.

His hole began to take on a life of its' own as it opened and closed of its' own volition. I
began to watch for my chance and when it opened up I shoved my tongue inside. Steve let out the
longest pleasure moan I had ever heard from him. I worked my tongue in circles and pushed for
more entry. His hole opened more and let me in. I had never ever thought of doing this before
and as I thought about what I was doing I got a sick feeling flash over me. Then I thought, "This
is Steve. I love him," and I dug in deeper. I actually was tasting his butt juices and I found them
intoxicating.

Steve was thrashing about my bed whining and calling out my name. He was loving what
I was doing and I was loving doing it. "Fuck me, Chris. Please fuck me. Put your huge dick in my
ass and make me yours." I didn't need further coaching. I shoved two fingers up his ass. He
flinched. I paused. I began to work my fingers into him as I bent over and sucked his cock. I had
not had his sweet man juice in my mouth in almost two years. I added a third finger and began to
fuck him hard and fast. I felt his prostate jerk shoving his seven and a half inch cock deep into
my throat. I wrapped two fingers around his butt nut and began to squeeze it as I stroked it with
my middle finger. This was driving him out of his mind. I sped up my pace and I increased my
suction on his cock and bobbed up and down faster. I was quickly rewarded with the treat I was
after.

I allowed him no recovery time. As soon as I had the very last drop of cream from his
deflating cock I pushed my cock in to replace my fingers. I had my hand pulled away and my full
eight inch cock up his ass so quick that he didn't have time to get a breath in between. His eyes
opened wide as he glared at me. At first I thought he was angry then a smile crossed his face. "So
that's what you like about this. Your cock feels good inside of me. I'm sorry I've never let you
put it there before."

I started a slow fuck as he adjusted to the new sensation. I watched his face as it went
through every emotion I had ever witnessed in him for the last six years that I had known him.
When he started to sigh I began a long fast fuck in his ass. He pulled us together. His back rose
from the bed as I bent over him. We met in the middle for a tonsil moving kiss as I plowed into
him harder and harder. He shot a load between us that started to squish noisily as our bellies slid
back and forth. We giggled in each other's mouths. I kept up my movements and in moments I
fired a load that I was sure was going to collapse my very body from its' volume.

I wasn't about to quit. My dick was screaming at me but I kept fucking. This was my first
ass and it was my Steve. I was going to ride it for all I could get. In moments I felt my cock fill
out again and I was still at full speed. Steve was running his hands all over my back as we
continued to kiss and breath the same air. He was clawing at my back and making noises in my
mouth that I had to believe were noises of desire and pleasure. I kept fucking. I felt his body
tense up. I could feel my toes tingling. I felt the greatest orgasm of my life building in every
extremity of my body. I have never been aware of myself so much as I was at that very moment.
My balls were aching and my cock was alive. Every part of my body bowed down and radiated
all of its' energy to my cock buried its' full length in the ass of my best friend, my lover. I wanted
us to be one like this forever.

Steve blasted a load of cum that squirted right between us soaking both of our chins. The
convulsions of his rectal muscles hit me and I fired up his rear with more cum than I had
produced in all my five plus years of being able to make the love juice. We were both enjoying a
super hot ejaculatory climax as we had never experienced before and our tongues never left the
confines of each others oral orifice.

Finally drained I rolled to my side as we both gasped for life giving oxygen. As our blood
pressure normalized and our pulse rate came back down to a manageable level we looked at each
other. We turned up on our sides and kissed. We were both soaking wet with our own and each
other's sweat.

Steve pulled into me and hugged me. "I have never felt so loved in all of my life. I am
yours forever, Chris. Command me. I am your slave."

The next two months were wonderful. We slept together the rest of the term. Then just
before Christmas break tragedy struck again. My dad drank himself to death. He had been
drinking so much as the second anniversary of my mother's death approached that his heart just
gave up.

Steve drove me home for the funeral. His folks had sold their house and moved away. His
dad had accepted a job overseas. He was a petroleum engineer and the mid-east was the world's
fastest growing oil development area.

I was dad's sole heir and he had willed everything to me. The safe in his home office
contained over a half million in cash and the safe deposit box at the bank had over three million.
Dad had the box in my name so that it would not go through probate. In those days IRS took
nearly ninety percent of everything. The house was in both of our names. Dad had mortgage
insurance on himself and mom. When she died the house was paid for and he had the deed
transferred to my name and his. His planning worked well with his insurance and investments I
was worth a tidy two million, plus the hidden cash.

I asked Steve if he would live here with me. He readily agreed. We took a week and
cleaned everything out to make this our home. We buried dad on Friday then returned to the
campus on Sunday. We remained as roommates and lovers for the rest of our college career.
Upon graduation we moved back to our house. We sat up housekeeping in nineteen sixty five and
have been together since. We do get the occasional teenage boy that likes to swim naked with
two old queens but that is another story.

So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com.